Over the Fence: Lyssa Layne's Baseball Romances by Lyssa Layne Read Free Book Online

still-damp hair hanging down my back. As soon as I slide into a seat at the breakfast bar, Grant sets a cup of coffee in front of me. My moan shows my appreciation as I take a sip, and I see Grant give a soft smile. Much to my disappointment, he’s put a shirt on. Still, he looks mighty sexy as he cooks breakfast. I almost moan again, but this time, not from the coffee.
    “Hope you like them scrambled, it’s the only way I know how to make them,” Grant says, setting the plate in front of me.
    I take a big bite and nod, speaking with my mouth full. “These are great.”
    I catch his pleased smile that he quickly hides. I point to the paper on the counter where our picture is front and center. “Did you read that?”
    He’s leaning against the counter as he eats from the plate in his hands. “Read what?”
    I roll my eyes.
    “Colie Adger, what have I told you about eye rolling?”
    Ugh! This man knows how to drive me nuts… in more ways than one. Neither of us speaking, we finish our breakfast in silence. I walk to the sink and rinse my plate off. Turning to him, I apologize, “Look, I’m sorry about that. I know you like your privacy and I don’t want to hurt your chances—”
    “Colie, you’re not hurting my chances. Don’t ever think that, okay?”
    I look into his face, surprised by his answer. His eyes soften ever so slightly as he looks at the article, then to me. He leans around me, setting his plate in the sink, and then places his hands on my hips. Oh God, I can’t think! I’m just praying that he can’t hear my heart beating because that’s all I can hear right now.
    He looks down into my eyes and I look away. One hand tightens on my hip, the other moves under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He brushes my hair over my ear. “I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t worked with me last season. You’re not a distraction. In fact, when I’m on the mound, knowing you’re in the dugout gives me a sense of peace.”
    I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. My mind is on overload as I try to analyze every aspect of what he’s saying. His fingers move under my chin and I look up at him. He gives me his drop-dead gorgeous smile that rarely is seen. My hands find the counter behind me and I grasp it, hoping to steady my shaking body.
    He’s about to open his mouth again when both of our phones beep with an incoming message. I slip around him and grab my phone. It’s a text from Benny: Dinner and drinks at Diego’s tonight. Be there at 8.
    “Guess we have plans tonight,” I say and turn to see Grant running his hand through his hair while he reads the message himself. He mutters, “Yeah,” and walks out of the room.
     
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    Half past eight and Benny’s flirting with the waitress, speaking in Spanish, as the three of us each enjoy a glass of wine at Diego’s. They’re home to the best Spanish food in Port St. Lucie, and known for their wood-fired lamb. Benny’s been telling us about it ever since we arrived in Florida.
    Grant smirks as he watches the waitress bat her eyes at Benny and he kisses her hand. As we both observe the courting in front of us, I’m surprised when I feel Grant’s fingers trail over my arm and roll one of my charms between his thumb and forefinger. Watching Grant play with the bracelet, I sigh. We’re getting way too comfortable with each other. I guess I’m going to have to woman up and talk to him about our relationship… which was what? Nothing’s happened… yet. Do I want something to happen? Ugh, I don’t know!
    Grant’s fingers stop and he looks at me. “What’s wrong, Colie?”
    How does he do that? He always knows what I’m thinking! I shake my head and mutter, “Nothing.” I’m trying to force a smile when I stiffen at the sight over Grant’s shoulder. He turns his head to see where I’m looking, but by the time he turns back to me, I’ve already excused myself from the table.
    Standing outside the bathroom, my hands are shaking so